Today I feel very fortunate. We live on the waterfront, tucked in between the New York harbor and that canal. It is a wonder that the ground slopes just right, to leave us elevated enough to reside in "Zone B", to escape what so much of this city has not.
Our offices are uncharacteristically silent and unreachable. Water has filled the subway tunnels. So the underground veins of New York City, it's lifeline, are empty. There is no coming or going. There is no timeframe for repair because there is no precedent.
My window looks out towards the harbor. In the distance I can see downtown Manhattan. Tonight, it is completely dark.
I am thinking of those who have lost so much.